As I was walking around today with a screwdriver, removing air conditioning covers for the mini-heat wave we're getting, I remembered a little story from a couple of weeks ago that I thought bared repetition.
I went away for the annual work conference that I attend, and our work's Mother's Day celebration was two days upon getting back. It was a bit hairy, trying to secure chairs/food/raffle prizes but it ended up working out OK. I was lucky enough to get someone in attendance that had keys to the church next door and we were able to borrow tables and chairs. Eve and I (Not her real name) were going to carry the chairs and tables ourselves. Now, Eve is a senior citizen, and should NOT be carrying chairs and tables from the parish hall to our building. She's pretty scrappy though, and insisted on helping.
As we exited the building, we ran into some plumbers that were doing some work in the parish hall. They dropped what they were doing and offered to help. One of them said that he of course would help such a pretty lady. I thanked him profusely and he said "Well, I'm not just a pretty face. I can do some heavy lifting!" I said "OK. But don't forget your saws-all, you left it in the parking space next to your truck." He assured me that he wouldn't and then looked a bit bewildered and said "Lady, how do you know what a saws-all is?" The response was only too easy. "Well sir, I also am not just a pretty face." LOL.
I pride myself on having a father who insisted on me having some knowledge about tools. I also am proud to have a mother who has more than once taken Dad's tools and done the dirty work herself.
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